Grey-Haired Revelations

Grey-Haired Revelations

Another birthday has come and gone, the (not very many) remnants of sponge cake are discarded into the bin, and I am left contemplating time yet again. Not just the speed at which it passes, but the degree to which…

Ravenous Comfort

Ravenous Comfort

You may or may not know, dear reader, that I had been experiencing somewhat of a challenging period of late. My previous entry described some inner-conflict at play; morale dilemmas formed by my own hand, and tough decisions that I…

Inner Conflict

Inner Conflict

Ever found yourself wondering, How the fuck did I get into this mess? I have been asking this of myself lately, and it has caused me to reflect on similar inner-dialogues where I’ve posed the same question. I’ve come to the conclusion,…

Choose Wisely

Choose Wisely

There is something quite terrifying about the vastness of possibility. There are any number of paths that one can take, at any given point in time, and every choice we make has a profound effect upon the direction in which…

Order And Chaos

Order And Chaos

I am somewhat of an idyllic dreamer, for my sins. I spend a vast majority of my time floating between this world and the next, allowing my mind to wander aimlessly like a candy wrapper caught in the breeze, as…

Serve Thyself

Serve Thyself

It was something that a student said to me after class one day- deeply inquisitive and thought-provoking in its delivery- that has brought me to the page on this bright Monday afternoon. Actually now that I think of it, it wasn’t…

Hopeful Abandon

Hopeful Abandon

It was quite a strange feeling, as I held in my hands the (un)finished manuscript and stood contemplating the previous five months; I wondered if this was indeed the height of it, and as I tried to step outside of…

φιλοσοφία

φιλοσοφία

I read an article recently on the wonderful Introvert, Dear (get on it, fellow wallflowers) that began with the following: As an INFJ empath, you probably never feel more alone than when you’re in a room full of disingenuous people….

A Parallel Paradox

A Parallel Paradox

Sometimes it feels as if I’m existing in two different worlds. There’s this one world, where time seems to lose all meaning; I become everything and nothing, existing entirely in the present moment. I can do no wrong in this…

Gone Girl

Gone Girl

It was sometime before the turn of the new year, when I finished reading Gone Girl; for reason’s unknown I am just getting around to writing about the experience now, several months after the fact. I had intended to pen my…